Children 183 - Bandits lyrics

rate me

Turning water into alcohol and covering with blood

On the road for hidden riches, ever buried and dug up

But when you see beyond the carnival into a different line

Fallen, fallen is the lonely without a friend to act as guide

I'm giving in to the vast exception, honesty and various reasons

I need friends

Is it true that I'm a hermit here, disheveled and windblown

When-like Adam on his game farm- its just not good to be alone?

I'm giving in to the vast exception, honesty and various reasons

I need friends

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